The treatment continued for quite some time. When the green light at Tsunade's fingertips gradually faded, the grotesque wound on Shinichi's right arm had disappeared completely.
The newly formed skin was still faintly pink, and the muscle had returned to its original condition. Though his arm remained weak and would need a long time to recover its function, the persistent, destructive erosion and the strange injury had been completely eliminated.
"The poison in the wound is gone, and the basic repairs are done. The rest is up to you. Given your constitution, you should be able to move around after half a month in bed. But remember: no high-intensity ninjutsu practice or Taijutsu training for a month. Otherwise, you'll end up with hidden injuries, and you'll suffer whenever it rains."
Tsunade withdrew her hand. Her face was still a little pale, and sweat dampened her bangs, but her eyes were much clearer than before. After speaking, she didn't even look at Shinichi. She turned and headed for the door.
When she opened it and saw the Third and Enma King waiting outside, Tsunade paused.
"Old man," she greeted him, her tone flat and unreadable.
"Thank you for your hard work, Tsunade," the Third said warmly, his concerned gaze lingering for a moment on her still-pale face.
Tsunade avoided his eyes and merely waved a hand before heading straight toward the other end of the corridor. Her back was straight, her pace quick, as if she couldn't wait to leave.
The Third watched her go. Only after her golden hair disappeared around the corner did he look away and turn his attention back to the hospital room.
On the bed, Shinichi was trying to gently move the fingers of his newly healed right hand. His face showed no particular emotion—neither relief